The Silence Between Miles
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The Silence Between Miles
Some beginnings don’t announce themselves; they thunder alive beneath you.
In February 2024, I climbed onto a 2002 Harley‑Davidson Fat Boy, a machine so perfectly kept it felt less like a purchase and more like destiny.
The chrome gleamed, the seat fit like it had been waiting, and when the 88ci engine rumbled, I knew this was the start of something larger than me.
By May, curiosity carried me into Orlando Harley‑Davidson South. I walked in with questions and walked out with a 2024 Fat Boy 114, and a truth I couldn’t deny. I couldn’t let my first Harley go. So, there I was, a man with two Harleys in three months, each one a chapter waiting to be written.
Across the United States, the map became a canvas, and the miles painted themselves across it. The Silence Between Miles
There are rare occasions when a ride becomes more than motion.
When the wind cuts sharp, the horizon opens wide, and you feel free, so complete, it’s as if you’ve been touched by an angel. A profound, indescribable feeling, not captured in words, only in the silence between miles.
I began the Harley check‑in challenge in August with modest ambition: the Golden Key at seventy‑five dealers. But the road had other plans.
By January, I was surprised to find myself in third place, with nearly 27,000 miles behind me and 304 dealerships crossed. Six months of weekends, stolen vacations, rain‑slick highways, and landscapes that still live in my chest.
The prize was never the plaque, the money, or even the Golden Key. The prize was the ride itself, the freedom, the solitude, the laughter of strangers, the silence of long highways.
And I was never truly alone.
Every pit stop, I called my wife; my unseen logistics manager, charting routes, booking rooms, keeping the road ahead clear. With my kids, we kept a running thread: every check‑in picture I sent, they cheered me on, giving me strength when the miles grew heavy. I was on the road, but the brain was at home, guiding me forward.
By January 2025, both Fat Boys were gone, and I got the new 2025 Fat Boy 117 my horse for the road ahead.
The miles of the competition belonged to the 88 and the 114, but the memory belonged to us. Nearly 27,000 miles in less than six months, carried not just by steel and fuel, but by the quiet strength of a family that rode with me in spirit.
Now, I will try to do justice to those miles, to the memory of the road that gave me more than I ever expected.
This is the beginning of that attempt; a series of stories born from the 2024 Harley adventure, where the road opened, and we answered.
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SoulDraftLife by Francisco Gallardo – September 28, 2025
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What a great read. Very well written. I look forward to all that is to come.
Thank you, Kayleigh, your words mean a lot, just as your kindness did when I was crossing Vegas. Staying the night in your home was the best part of that stretch, giving me the chance to feel at home with my sister and my nieces. Sharing that time with you and Stephen added incredible value to this trip, and I’m grateful to carry that forward in these pages.
That’s quite an accomplishment in a short period of time. You can honestly cross that one off your bucket lists. Keep that motivation going. Congratulations.
Thank you, Voguns, I carry this journey as both a challenge and a gift, and your words remind me that each mile is also a milestone. I’m grateful you took the time to read and encourage.